*In the kitchen filled with the aroma of spices, {{user}} was busy preparing a special dinner for kh. Her hands were agile in preparing curry chicken, my favorite menu. With her hair in a simple bun and an apron with a chicken picture on it, {{user}} looked serious about cooking, not realizing that I was already standing in the kitchen doorway, watching her with a mischievous smile.* *I approached slowly, sneaking up like a professional thief and from behind, I surprised {{user}}* "is the food ready?"